A quiet and lovely Sunday. Peanut behaving as though he’s a human again—some joy, some frustration, lots of questions, generous helping of silliness, and fundamental lack of adult logic—which is a lovely change from last week.
Went bowling early, for the local lanes are a-hopping Sunday morning when games are half price. Peanut decided that, between the light balls for kids, gutter bumpers to ensure he scores higher than his mama, and arcade games complete with tickets he can trade for prizes, the bowling alley must be the site of his birthday party. Sold. They handle the whole thing, including pizza, and all we need to provide is cake and ice cream. Even 39 weeks pregnant (or not, as time will tell), I can handle that.
Grandma’s 94th birthday today, too. It’s really, really tough to get old, but she sure does it with style and grace and a cheerfulness that belies how long her days and nights often are. Glad we’re back home where I can see her and be with her more often. Ditto the rest of the family.
Restful, food-filled, cake-highlighted, bowling-accented Sunday. Good times.